"I trust you completely."

"As long as you and I can hold on, we will definitely be able to stand tall in this subspace."

Alexander stood side by side with Rog Dorn in front of the star chart, raising his head and clenching his right hand into a fist in the air.

This is a fierce man who started from a small battle, conquered his own galaxy, and then fought for the empire in the galaxy.

If Roger Dorn is unreliable, I'm afraid there will be no one on the Mountain Town who can preside over the overall situation.

At this time, Rog Dorn's attention was all on the constantly flickering star map, and his mind was processing a lot of information.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of a fist that he looked down at Alexander.

"Huh?"

Alexander didn't speak, and continued to swing his fist at Dorne.

Roger Dorn hurriedly clenched his hand into a fist and tentatively touched Alexander.

"Very well, I'll leave it to you here, I'm going back to Castia to make good on my promise."

Alexander withdrew his hand and said goodbye briefly, and walked briskly towards the door of the command room.

He finally understood why the emperor liked to find a prime minister.

Alexander was a little dizzy just dealing with some simple reports, and if he was in charge of the entire mountain formation, he really couldn't do it without a processor in his head.

In an uproar, the forbidden soldiers swarmed behind Alexander, and there was only one person left in the command room for a moment.

"We... Standstill. ”

Roger Dorn looked down at his left fist and muttered to himself.

The storm brought by the forbidden army in the combat command room did not blow downward after all.

The Shanzhen is still in high combat readiness, and the organ modification operations of the recruits have come to an end.

Once they enter the material world, the fleets of the various legions will arrive at the Mountain Formation one by one to pick up their brothers.

Companies with warships will arrive in different systems to fight according to the orders given by Terra.

The Cult of the Mechanics of Mars sent a large fleet to accompany the Mountain Formation, following in the footsteps of the Empire's conquests, building many Forge Worlds to supply the Empire's fleets along the way.

...

"Just, arrange those two company commanders, and I will meet them in person."

Alexander walked briskly on his way back to the biology lab.

After packing up his personal belongings, Alexander immediately switched labs to study construction techniques and engineering.

After Castia 02 jumped out of the subspace on the Mountain Formation, she was bound to rush to the Foundry World on the Mechanicus warship to repair the Titan, and it would be difficult to find her again.

The chief of the guard followed behind and agreed, and the rest of the forbidden army were silent.

They knew they had made a mistake, perhaps because of Alexander's young age, or perhaps because of something else.

Anyway, in dealing with this matter, they knew that they had made the safest choice, but it was the wrong choice.

And Alexander, with his own capabilities, steadily solved everything with minimal losses.

But if they choose again, they will never regret it.

Along the way, Alexander didn't say a word until he reached the lab.

The hydraulics pushed open the closed doors, and Castia 02 stood among the servants and priests.

It seems that the Mechanics have also sensed the anomaly, and the armed forces around the sage have risen rapidly.

"Long time no see, my eldest son, Your Highness."

Castia 02 walked past the priests with various weapons, and retracted into her backpack with her mechanical claws raised high.

The scarlet robe wrapped her so tightly that there was not a trace of flesh visible except for her face.

"Castia, you'll have to make it up to me."

Alexander ignored the chaotic armed forces and went straight to meet him.

This caused the guards on both sides to be a little numb, and Justin and the forbidden soldiers even touched the explosive guns on their waists.

"At the beginning, you didn't say that the organ modification surgery of the Space Marines needed one round after another, but I didn't have any blood stains on my lab coat for more than a month."

"But you've overcome your physiological reaction and you're no longer vomiting, aren't you?"

Castia 02 bent down to lift her bloated robes, and the servants spontaneously gave way for the two to walk together.

"You seem right to say that."

Alexander touched his chin, unable to refute for a moment.

"What is hidden under your clothes, I don't know if you think you've gained weight this month."

"Your Highness, there seems to be something wrong with your focus."

"If the eleven instruments weren't wrong, you wouldn't have asked such a question to your liking."

Kastia 02 moved a little farther away, her red prosthetic eye scanning herself first, then at the nervous Praetorian Army.

"Unless it's someone or something that's affecting your mood."

"Ha, can machines even detect this kind of thing?"

Alexander leaned forward, trying to pull at his robe to see what equipment was hidden inside.

Kastia 02 stood on the ground expressionless, and said in a cold voice with a machine.

"Of course a machine can't detect it, but I'm not a machine."

"I'm the Cult of the Martian Mechanica, the Great Sage Kastia 02."

Alexander even suspected that he had misheard, and there was a hint of shame in his cold voice.

"Yes, Sage Castia, I don't know how you are going to teach me mechanical engineering, so that I can learn how to repair machinery."

"You come with me."

Castia 02 immediately turned around and summoned the technical priest to clear the way in front, and the rear guards were all in charge of the forbidden army.

A group of people just walked through the biological laboratory.

Castia 02 moved quickly, and Alexander needed to trot two steps from time to time to keep up with her.

Unlike the simple and pure white operating table, the mechanical studio was littered with metal shards, and the sound of tinkling and clanging was accompanied by sparks.

Mechanical slave laborers who do heavy manual labor stand by industrial machine tools, changing parts that are being machined according to the signals in their heads.

Some equipment is too heavy, and it often takes dozens of mechanical slaves to work together to move it.

Some of these slaves were cloned products, but many more were death row criminals who had been vetted by trial courts.

Some of them took refuge in the aliens and killed their kind, and some of them launched riots to seize warships and control the planet.

They were captured by the Inquisition and sent to the Mechanics' workshop, where they had their prelobe white matter removed and transformed into semi-mechanized slave labor.

Depending on the crime they have committed, the trial court decides whether or not to preserve their consciousness.

If you are a slave worker who retains consciousness, you will be tortured by your own flesh and machine, and you will be clearly aware that you are a slave who works without limits.

They will want to cut themselves, but they have no control over their own flesh and can only die of exertion.

When the sentence of mechanical slavery has expired, Our Lady's mechanical engineer will soak their heads with happy hormones, so that their consciousness will indulge in illusions and their bodies will continue to work.

And the part that is not conditional will completely eliminate their consciousness.